Secrets Abound *

*

"...tell me...who wanted my wife kidnapped?" The dragon gave a low, menacing growl in his demand. With no hesitation he twisted his foot as he pressed harder onto the stallion pinned under him, feeling the bone of the pony's skull press inward just slightly.

The stallion gurgled out a reply, unable to properly scream out in agony as escaping streams of blood became frothy from his wheezing breaths. The masterful strokes of the dragon's claws had incised along the earth pony's neck to cause maximum agony without immediately killing him. However the ongoing delay in answering his question made the scaled beast sigh in irritation.

"Enunciate." He snarled. "Make sure the back of the room can hear you, too."

Trembling from both fear and continuing blood loss, the bruised and battered earth pony stallion barely had the strength to focus on his surroundings, letting out a wheezy, "I...d-d-d-d-..."

"You what?" The dragon interrupted impatiently. "Dip balls into your mouth? ANSWER ME!" In a swift movement his tail whipped against the ground before the stallion's eyes, cracking the concrete floor and sending fragments and dust to smack against his face, which had a myriad lacerations that begun to sting.

"AHHHH! I DUNNO!" The pony cried out and clenched his eyes tight, blubbering loudly as tears ran down his cheeks.

Spike scowled. "Wrong answer." He sighed before pressing his foot with full force into the ground, stopping the pony's babbled pleading for mercy to the sound of a wet crunch. The blue earth pony's skull tore as bone fragments became jagged and ripped through his flesh and sinews of muscle, spraying a misty fountain of blood as air pushed into the fresh wounds and scooped out gray matter as a result of the vacuum effect.

For Spike, the mess was seen as no different than eggs dropped at the market.

The soupy omelet of brain tissue, flesh, bone and teeth that now drenched his foot was shaken of the excess blood that continued to flow like runny yolk out of the pony's skull. Spike looked over to the group of ponies huddling against the far wall, all of them trembling in fear and smelling of urine and feces. The single remaining bulb in the warehouse where a dozen or so mercenaries and assassins had gathered to take up a contract just hours ago before the massacre, continued to sway to and fro bringing the gore and remains of those lucky enough to be slaughtered into view for the hapless survivors. The walls and floor were splattered with the blood and guts and entrails of their comrades.

Spike scanned his eyes among the last four ponies in a discerning manner until he spotted a stallion with an expensive-looking necklace tucked under his raggedy clothes. "You." He said and pointed to the pony. "Over here." As he said this, the dragon picked the listless corpse under him with his foot and tossed it over to where others like it laid motionless in a pile of death. Every so often the mound was horrifyingly brought to light by the swinging bulb before being cast once more into darkness. Forever frozen in fear, those that had not had their faces torn off stared at their comrades whenever the bulb's light swayed into their direction with a permanent desperate pleading.

Unlike those lucky many dozen ponies, griffons and diamond dogs, only a slow, agonizing death awaited those left alive because they were not privileged to know their orders before they were sent to perform them.

Ignoring his desperate attempts to hide behind them, the others tossed the stallion over to their scaled tormentor. The purple stallion shrieked but was too terrified to scramble back to safety amongst those that had just threw him away. He gulped and stuttered out, "Pl-please...I...I'm just a thug..." Despite the blood that covered him from head to hoof, it was obvious to everyone even in the dim light that this pony was not in the least bit injured. The tell-tale signs that blood was actually applied to look like wounds made Spike smirk.

Hearing the stallion's excuse, the three injured (in one of their cases mortally so) stallions screamed out with indignant rage, "He's lying!"

"Yeah! He's the one who hired us!"

"He...knows..." The third one did his best to hurl his own condemning accusation but only coughed out blood and drool and snot.

The focus of everyone's ire became tense and shook his head in rapid fashion. The nervous smile that made his lips turn upward dropped into a frown and fear grew inside of him. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU TRAITORS! I SWE-" Unable to finish he let out a breathless gasp from the sharp and excruciating pain in his side. The stallion grunted and quivered at first, then looked down in shock to see the dragon's clawed hand impaled into his barrel. Slowly he looked up and grew cold at the sight of the beast's cruel smile and calculating eyes greeting him.

"You must be wondering to yourself, 'Why am I still alive?', 'How is this even possible?'" Spike moved each of his fingers one at a time, tugging at the open flesh around each embedded finger and letting rivulets of blood escape and drop to the floor with a sickening pitter-patter. The stallion wanted to scream but held his tongue, and went so far as to bring his foreleg up to his mouth and bit down on the hock until he broke skin just to distract himself from the pain. "It is not luck. It is not providence. The only reasons you're not dead yet is because I missed all of your vital organs and my hand is plugging the wound." He explained with unrelenting malice in his voice. "Now. I'm going to ask you some questions. If there's a question you know the answer to, I want you to use your words and answer it. If you don't know the answer, I want you to say so and do not bullshit me with something you think I want to hear. Do you understand that?"

The stallion nodded his head in reply, earning a raised brow from his interrogator. Realizing his error, the stallion shakily removed his leg from his mouth and gulped, saying "Y...yes."

Without further comment Spike asked, "What is your name?"

"W-wind Whistler." He replied quietly and sniffled.

"Do you live in Canterlot?"

"...no."

"Where are you from?"

"...was...was born and raised...in Fillydelphia."

"Ah." Spike said with a smirk then continued. "Does the name 'Honeybuzz' sound familiar to you?"

"Y-yes..." Wind Whistler replied and after gulping he volunteered to say much to Spike's surprise, "...he's my brother."

Hearing this Spike offered a warm smile, baring his sharp teeth in the process. "Present tense, huh? So he's still alive...in any case, you're doing very good so far, Wind Whistler." The dragon stretched out his other hand and patted the stallion's head softly, making him whimper and tremble even more. "You see? This isn't so hard." Unable to look him in the eye, the stallion nodded as Spike continued his consoling pats. "Just a few more questions and this'll all be over." The pony grew fearful however, when Spike softly held his head and pulled him downward, making him lay on the ground on his uninjured side and soon he felt the dragon press his foot onto his neck. Wind Whistler audibly cried out from the movement of the other hand still jabbed into his side and the dragon's maneuvering, and trembled as though the room had grown freezing cold at the wet feel of a blood-soaked sole putting pressure onto him.

"Let's go with something a bit harder, now..." Spike asked with a soft and kind voice brought excruciatingly close to the pony's ear. "Wind Whistler...tell me...who wanted my wife kidnapped?"

*

"You didn't come home last night. I'd like to know where you've been, lately." The morning's awkward silence at the breakfast table was broken when Rarity stated her demand.

"Raping and pillaging, mostly." Spike replied, taking a sip from a cup of coffee then set it back down onto the table. "Some cave spelunking, too."

"Hmph." Rarity seethed at those words. "So you admit you're cheating on me?"

"Oh, all the time." He answered with a toothy smirk. Reaching his hand to his plate, Spike searched through the pile of gems and picked up an enticing-looking sapphire and bit into it. "Mostly guys."

"Jackass."

He took another bite and mumbled back with his mouth still full. "Love you too."

Rarity huffed in reply and the tense silence returned once more.

Standing at a loose attention Starla grimaced, unsure what to do in this situation.

--

For the first time in two nights, both husband and wife were in bed together.

The ruffle of bedsheets and soft groaning of the wooden bed frame broke the night's silence as the dragon pulled himself closer to the white coated pony, wrapping his arms around her barrel from behind her.

It was impossible to describe the level of rapture that Rarity found herself in at the moment. The warmth of his form pressing against her, the toughness of his muscled torso pressed against her back. She practically began to drool and her eyes unfocused as she took notice of the sound of his breathing; the sour scent of his perspiration. Without question she was elated to feel him upon her and excited that he did so of his own accord. However, his disobedience had to be addressed, as much as Rarity herself knew she would feel the collateral damage of what she had to do. Steeling her resolve, she said as indignantly as she could, "I'm not in the mood right now, Spike. My head hurts."

She heard him let out a small chuckle and she did her best to inhale the taste of his hot breath cascading over her from behind. "It's a good thing I'm not going to be fucking your head, then."

Outwardly she huffed in irritation at the comment and made to shrug his arm off of her. "Guh, how crude." Inwardly however, she shook and trembled at image after image passing through her mind the sorts of things he had planned as a result of her stubbornness.

As though seeing those crude and certainly increasingly perverse images that were coursing through her mind, Spike made a satisfied groan as he wrapped his right arm over her shoulder once more. "Mmmm, your body seems to agree with me, dear." With expert fingers he tugged and rubbed her exposed flesh with his other hand from under the covers, causing her to shudder involuntarily.

Using her magic, and with great reluctance, Rarity pulled his hand away from her, barely managing to retain her discipline. "I have to wake up early tomorrow to open and run the store. This house and your gems aren't free, you know."

"Awww, Rarity, you do so much. I'm sure you have a lot of built up stress to release, not to mention I really want to get off right now."

"O-oh?" Rarity stuttered out with a weak smile, "W-w-why don't you f-fuck...Starla...if you really need to get off? That's why I got her for you in the first place."

"Really?" He purred and kissed the nape of her neck. "You shouldn't have." He kissed it again. "Seriously. I couldn't possibly replace you. I love you too much." Another kiss.

"Hmph. If you really love me...you'd tell me what you've been up to behind my back."

Spike's answer was immediate. "No. But I still love you." His tone was firm, which only angered her further.

She shrugged him off again and then pulled the sheets closer around herself. "Then any sex you'll be having tonight won't be consensual."

"Really, now?" He said, his tone turning darker with intrigue. As though he had something planned. "Fine. If that's how you want to play it..." He growled and Rarity's body tensed as she could imagine the sinister smile on his face. She felt his arms tense as he leaned closer to her.

Rarity pulled her tail between her legs, in an effort to hide how soaked she was becoming in anticipation to her long-awaited fantasy finally coming true. But to her surprise he sat up, using his arms to prop him over her body and he stood out of bed then stomped out of the room, opening and slamming the door behind him.

She heard his heavy footsteps go down the hall then make a left, to Starla's room. Her guess was confirmed when she heard their voices on the other side of the thin wall.

--

In the middle of the night, a voice spoke out in the darkness. "Wake up."

"Spike?" Starla opened her heavy eyelids and spotted the looming figure of the dragon standing next to her bed. Her mind was simply too tired to find the situation strange and cause alarm. In a groggy manner she asked, "Is something the matter...?"

Spike promptly covered Starla's mouth with his hand and brought a clawed finger to his mouth to shush her when her eyes shot wide open in fearful panic.

"Not so loud. The walls are thin." He said in an ominous-sounding whisper. "Now, when I remove my hand, I want you to play along with what I say. Then when I signal you to, you're going to let out the biggest, loudest moan you can. I trust that you know how to fake it, right?"

Starla's face grew red and even her ears were colored from her blushing. She furrowed her eyes deeply and shook her head quickly from side to side, not understanding at all why the dragon would make her do such an embarrassing thing.

"Fine." His whisper grew harsh and eyes leered at the pony in a dark manner, "I could just fuck you for real, then."

--

Rarity heard a heavy tumble onto the floor. Most likely Starla as her voice yelped in surprise, followed by a squeak of the bed. From the sounds of it, Spike had sat down onto it. As their muffled voices continued to remain loud enough for her to hear, Rarity sat up and perked her ears to catch as much of the conversation as possible.

"Wh-what's going on?" Rarity heard the unicorn stammer out in tired confusion.

"Shut up and open your mouth." He commanded.

Barely discernible, Starla's reply was meek and trembling. "...yes, sir..."

Rarity sneered to no one in particular, feeling grow in her heart. But she stopped herself from charging into the other room. This was exactly what she told him to do, wasn't it? And if Master...if...if Spike wanted it, who was she to stop him. She gulped, unable to accept that what he wanted right now was Starla. Of course her own protests didn't have any bearing on what was going on right now. What Spike wanted, Master got...and there was no way to deny Master's desires...

--

"There's something...different...feels different..." Spike's deep voice spoke quietly in a contemplative tone. Sitting with his back hunched slightly and hands folded over his lap, Starla regarded the dragon across from her atop her bed with a curious stare. For one, the idea of ever having a conversation with Spike was novel and almost absurd, considering the quiet and stoic-nature that he once exuded. Not to mention the last time they were alone in a room like this was an overall horrible experience.

Her jaw felt sore at the thought and Starla frowned for a moment.

Every so often he pressed his weight down on the mattress, causing the frame to creak and groan out.

"You're definitely acting different from how you used to be..." Starla finally said. She grimaced but pressed forward even when she was unsure how he would react to what she said next. "...a lot more of a jerk than I thought you wer-"

Spike raised his finger to interrupt her. Starla tensed up, worried that she had said the wrong thing. But then he suddenly and quite audibly said, "Aaah, yeah!" rolling his eyes while displaying a picture-perfect image of boredom on his face.

--

She heard him yell out and hiss in pleasure. Master's acknowledgement of the other pony.

Rarity clicked her tongue and felt her hoof touch against her lower lips, which had gotten slick with her juices from hearing his moans. She felt so hot. And sensitive. Rarity closed her eyes and listened intently, making sure to keep her pace the same as Master's grunts.

"You're doing much better than the first time..." He groaned out loudly on the other side of the wall. "Have you been practicing?" His teasing made Starla mumble out some sort of reply, but it was too soft and garbled for Rarity to make out what it was she said. "You must have been." His teasing continued, making Rarity moan softly to herself as the dragon went on to say, "there's no other reason for your mouth to suddenly feel so good."

Starla mumbled something again in something of a panicked manner which only made him chuckle in a menacing way.

--

"I'm a jerk, huh?"

Starla nodded. To this, he shrug his broad shoulders and took the comment in stride. Then, Spike glanced toward the floor and became quiet once again. "I don't remember a lot of what happened... at least the more recent stuff. Most of it is blank..." He looked at her with a quiet expectation as though she were supposed to begin telling him what he wanted to know.

Somewhat understanding the hint, the white unicorn rubbed the nape of her neck with her hoof. "I don't really know that much about you." Starla freely admitted . "I only met you after I started going to Rarity's school."

"Heh. Yeah, I still can't get over that." Spike suddenly chuckled and leaned back while sitting, causing the mattress frame to squeak under his weight.

His reaction prompted a quick reply from the pony. "Huh?"

Crossing his arms over his chest, Spike glanced upward in thought while bouncing slightly before explaining. "What I can remember, from when I was still in Ponyville...is how hard Rarity had to work to make her dresses and manage her store. And I'd be so eager to help her, to make her notice me." He paused for a moment and nodded his head.

With a sheepish look on her face Starla mewled barely loud enough for Spike to hear but he thankfully didn't cause her to sound off right away. Hopping up slightly, the dragon's heavy form was a few inches in the air for a quick second before landing with a loud thud of his feet against the floor and a shriek of the bed frame from the full force of his body.

Without even needed to wait a beat spike continued. "She called me nicknames, patted me affectionately. However I didn't want her to simply patronize me and treat me as someone with something more than a kid crush...the purple unicorn you met, Twilight Sparkle? She raised me since I was just a hatchling and I went to Ponyville because of her in the first place."

"Then at some point...my desire grew stronger...almost overwhelming, even. It was as if I needed to have her for myself....then I simply took her by force when I couldn't win her over...tried my utmost to control and confine her so she would be mine forever. Like a precious gem. But with every passing moment I devoured more and more of who she was until she became something that I no longer recognize. And when I realized that...why it was I had fallen in love with her...she was gone. Became exactly what I had molded her into. A gem that was chipped and with edges jagged that whatever light that passed through it was warped and dimmed..."

"...why...why are you tell me this, Spike?" Starla said with a tired sigh, rubbing her heavy eyelids with her wrist.

--

Rarity rolled over to the other side of the bed, face down toward the mattress. Her vision blurred as she burned more and more in a desperate need for release. However furiously she rubbed her engorged clit, Rarity whined in a pitiful manner how she just couldn't tip over the edge of climax. The pony panted and bit her lower lip while letting out a long, exasperated sigh. In her next breath, Rarity felt her back twitch in sudden excitement. She breathed deeply again and nearly came right then.

Looking about, Rarity found the source of the smell: her husband's pillow. "Ohhhhh..." she moaned out, "I...need more..." Dragging herself over the unicorn mare pressed her snout against the pillow and grabbed as much of the intoxicating smell as she could, and she began slowly rubbing her clitoris with her hoof just as languidly as she did her nose against the pillow. She sniffed and inhaled Spike's scent on his pillow, dragged her tongue across the pillow's surface; feeling her heart race and her nethers begin to soak her hoof and the sheets.

In blissful, lust-filled reverie she imagined the salty, syrupy texture of her Spike's rich cum running down her throat and nearly choked.

Drool immediately ran down her chin.

Just her hooves were no longer enough.

"Let me return the favor." She heard Spike's voice in the other room.

Starla begged then moaned. "W-wait! Please, don't! Ahn!"

Her hazy mind pushed into a frenzy, Rarity pulled the pillow under her, folding it width-wise and placed it between her haunches and imagined his rough, forked tongue squirming and lapping her flesh as the cloth was pressed against her hardened button. She gyrated her hips, feeling the soft cloth creases of the pillow's material part her outer lips as electricity shot up her spine. "Ah! Your...your tongue...AH.." Rarity muttered out under her breath as her imagined passions continued.

Her beloved would twirl his forked muscle clockwise, then counterclockwise. Flick up and down. Side to side. As always Spike seemed to know exactly what Rarity wanted without her needing to tell him.

--

Seemingly satisfied by the performance, Spike stood up and returned to the bed, looking no worse for wear. Starla on the other hand was completely flushed and chose not to move for the longest moment. She remained in a defensive posture while laying on the floor for about half a minute before sitting back up, feeling that the greater part of her embarrassment had gone away. Having caught her breath, she heard him say softly, "I don't know. It's easy to, I guess?" It was the first time any sort of confidence or surety wasn't present in his tone. "A bunch of thoughts just came up when I tried to press Rarity for sex and for some reason I felt you'd give them a listen to."

"Oh. That...happened..." Starla said with a frown, very much nonplussed by the frank comment.

Not acknowledging her reply, Spike continued. "For whatever reason..I didn't feel like just forcing her into it." An annoyed look then appeared on his face when he bared his sharp teeth. "Well, it was pretty annoying how much she was playing that stubborn act of hers..."

Hearing this, an idea came to her. "Then, you're free now, aren't you?" Starla dared to whisper out. "For whatever reason you're no longer brainwashed and you're back to who you used to be!"

"No." Spike sighed and combed his hand along his spines. "I'm not. It just seemed weird. That I couldn't just outright assault her. It didn't feel...right?"

'That didn't stop you from assaulting me the other day...' Starla pouted at the thought before she replied. "But the Rarity you knew and loved...isn't there anymore."

"Nah, I still love her...but whatever it was I did to make her like that..." Spike slowly shook his head and let out a deep exhale, clenching his jaw tight. With a loud shudder the bed relented under the dragon's weight when he plopped down onto his side on the mattress then turned over so he was facing up to the ceiling. Being as tall as he was, his legs hung off the side and his feet were still planted firmly to the floor, his tail slowly moving side to side as he idly thought.

To this Starla didn't respond. What could she even say? The mare that she had idolized for so long had turned out to be such a monster...and yet still a victim, and the one responsible for what she had become was lying on her bed in front of her. And yet there no particular ill will felt toward the dragon. This whole situation was beyond her. How could something like this even have come about in the first place?

Then it was Spike's turn to ask. "I'm curious. After everything she's put you through, all the shit you've been dragged against your will to see and be involved with...why are you still pretending to act like her maid?"

Starla pondered over her reasons. When she grew quiet they both could hear Rarity's loud moans through the walls on the other side. With a slight blush Starla began to explain, "Part of it was to try to free you, when I thought that Rarity was some awful, maniacal, evil mastermind that brainwashed you but then...all of this started happening...she was kidnapped...and rumors about all of the violence are even starting to spread to the normal citizens...now I don't know what I'm supposed to do." As she heard Spike rock back and forth on her bed again, sure that this was the point it would simply give way to his weight putting undue weight onto the springs, Starla let out a tired nicker. "And I don't know what's the point of doing all this weird stuff! Is this some weirdo sex game between you two, or something?"

The squeaking of her bed promptly stopped, but much to her ongoing embarrassment the other mare's loud and poorly-restrained moans in the other room continued. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Right there! Right there, Spike! My clit! AAAHHHH~it's so sensitive!"

"You know...the only reason you're not like her right now is because she's intimidated of me."

"Oh, gee, I haven't noticed." Starla said with as much sarcasm as she could muster, letting some of the stress and anxiety that had been building up in her for the past few days slip out with her words.

He smirked at Starla's comeback which put her slightly on edge. Lying back down Spike proceed to rock the bed once more, having it knock lightly against the wall every so often. "About why I'm telling you all of this...the non-bullshit version is that I can feel your magic coursing through me. Unlike that Glamorous pony...blegh...yours is calm. Peaceful." He closed his eyes his expression became serene. "Everything's become so much clearer...like the clouds were parted and I can see the night sky again. Things aren't confusing, anymore."

"Magic has a taste?" Starla asked. She glanced up at her horn, curious over the notion. When she was learning about magic as a filly it was plain enough to notice how every unicorn had a distinct characteristic and feeling, going beyond just the color. Even for things as mundane as brushing one's teeth or filing one's hooves to casting complex elemental spells or juggling amongst various objects simultaneously, each unicorn's magic did in fact behave differently. Sort of like on a certain frequency that belonged to just them.

"Yeah." I wouldn't say it's addictive but that...nothing else really compares." Spike licked his lips as he said that, baring his sharp teeth and making Starla gulp. For mixed reasons. The look in his eyes caused a shudder and inspired both fear and awe, unlike the cold and deadly glare he wore when he rescued Rarity.

There was just so much to think about. So many more questions than answers now. However, one thing became certain.

"I want to help you save her." Starla declared in a steady voice. "From all of this. What she's become, living in Canterlot...I may have only seen a glimpse of Equestria's dark side when my mom died, but...I couldn't bear to think of the loneliness Rarity must have felt since she didn't have this you with her..." Somberly, Starla said with a sigh, "she tried to say to me before that this was the only way for you two to have gotten together."

"Maybe she's right." She heard him say lackadaisically.

"What?" Starla gasped. "But...that's so awful. There could have been a million other ways for you two to be together. Why do you have to be so cynical over your chances with the pony you love?"

"That's life." Spike sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

Before she knew it Starla had jumped onto the mattress and hopped over so that she was straddling the dragon with her face close to his. With a stern look aimed at the actually surprised dragon she jabbed her hoof at his chest. "No. I refuse to believe that, Spike. Sure, there are things in life that you have to cope with or even times to compromise your expectations and what you want, but without hope what's the point in a thing called love? Or the idea of finding your one, true, very special somepony? When you really love someone you want them to be the very best they can be and when they get sick you want to take care of them and nurture them until they get better, right?"

"Heh." Spike chuckled and flashed a grin, "No wonder you're still a virgin."

Starla's face flushed a deep red and by reflex she hit her hoof against the dragon's tough scaly arm. "Wh-...You ass!"

--

Rarity's hips gyrated as she ground the pillow into herself, faster and faster and completely drenching it in her fluids.

The shuffle of her movements atop the bed caused the springs to creak and squeal as the headboard banged liked a light rapping against the wall.

She was lost to the world around her, focused only on the passion that pushed her closer and closer to climax. "Ah...Master..Rarity is...Rarity is going...to...Mas...-ter...MASTER!" Rarity let out the scream into her own pillow, muffling the mid-orgasmic plea for the most part. Her body tensed; her hind legs, forearms, stomach all locked in place as the fire gushed out in spurt after spurt of clear liquid that coated the pillow in the vice-grip of her thighs until finally she slumped onto the bed. Restraining from releasing multiple climaxes to build into that single explosion had taken its toll, although if she had more motivation Rarity definitely would be able to keep going.

Continuing to pant, she placed the pillow back to its spot against the headboard, turning it over to hide the wet stain as though the dragon wouldn't notice.

"Spike, you bastard...should've just taken me..." Rarity growled to herself and wrapped herself tighter in the blankets, rolling over to her side of the bed to sleep.

Author's Note

The Mayans failed to permanently delete this story for me. Oh well.